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The Gap's New Denim Ads

The Gap has made some awesome commercials. Spike Jonze, we love you.

This one makes us want to drill a screwdriver through our temple.

We do not blame Peaches and her song, however.

What The Fuck Is In the Water At J. Crew?

J. Crew. That's where we go for sweaters, and jeans, and little tweed handbags, or when we're feeling very nostalgic for the New England prep-school life we never had, with Jeeves and Pinky. Hrm. Jeeves and Pinky. We even tried with that one, and it's one part Internet start-up, one part junior Mafioso.

The point is that until now, J. Crew has not been the place where we would go for, say, ocelot-print calfskin coats. That cost $2500. We mean, seriously, it just gets more ridiculous with each sentence, right? It is, by the way, "exclusive" to J. Crew. That's like saying "herpes" are "exclusive" to, say, Paris Hilton. Just because she's got it doesn't mean we want it.

And seriously, it's not like we're so anti-fur or something — we mean really, tell it to the cow who donated the hamburger we just ate for dinner — but really, the fox that gave its life for this was seriously wronged. Seriously. Apparently it's called a "trapper," and it is meant to be worn on the head. Whatever. ($450.) It's like, What the fuck could that possibly be? This is just the craziest looking thing we've ever seen.

Except, perhaps, for the cashmere sweater with the elephant on it ($148).

Still, though, we have love, mad, mad love, for J. Crew, when they are doing nice, non-elephant-involving basics, like this cashmere t-shirt-styled sweater ($138). In fact, we had this exact sweater, and we wore it every day, like a toddler, and only stopped when we accidentally dribbled toothpaste down the front, like a toddler. And even then we just sort of wiped it off and wore it on the plane home, because it was that perfect weight, and we loved it until some ass at the Avis counter stole it from us. Or we left it on the plane. No idea. Still miss it.

And honestly, we can't account for the model's stance here, but we're totally into the idea of a puffer with a furry collar ($248), even if we like Vince's better.

And PS: It's not available on the website anymore, but they have a gorgeous green knee-length coat in the stores that's absolutely swoon-worthy. Lovely silk lining.

PPS: What the fuck is this?

Tssss.

Okay, first of all, any asshole wearing this "Baghdad Ass Up" shirt should be subject to a personal draft, limited to the other assholes who wear this shirt, and he should be immediately dispatched to whatever part of Iraq is most dangerous, and he should be in charge of, say, de-mining playgrounds. And he should not be allowed home until the last soldier is back in his mother's arms. God, we hate this shirt. This shirt is the wardrobe equivalent of those drunk assholes at, like, Olympic fencing qualifying meets, sitting in the stands, getting drunk off Bud Lite, chanting "U.S.A.! U.S.A.!" God, we hate those guys. Ugh. We're not even linking to this shirt, we hate it so much.

The annoying thing is that we found that shirt looking for this shirt, which we also saw at A- ... you know, what, we're not even going to say what store it is, because we hate them so much. Seriously, what is next for these motherfuckers? "I Survived Katrina and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt." Ugh. Hate them.

And the whole annoying irony about this is that this was supposed to be a post about how delightful these Ezra Fitch tank tops are, so unlike other tank tops in that it's 10% wool and is just stretchy enough to be boob-supporting without being breath-restricting. The Ezra Fitch Premium Tank Top, $29.50

That t-shirt is so infuriating that we have done the slightly loony thing of designing a protest bumper sticker that no one could actually put on their car because it is so profane. But we think it works out to something like $3 profit per sticker, after cafepress.com takes their cut, and we'll give all that money to the Trevor Win'E memorial fund, which outfits soldiers in Iraq with cooling vests to fend off the heat. Because seeing ironic t-shirts about Iraq is like eating glass. A is for Asshole bumper sticker, $6

Possibly The Ugliest Thing We've Ever Seen

Dear Banana Republic: You used to make things we wanted to buy. Now you don't. This looks like the wardrobe for some 19th-century mystery: Who stole Miss Marple's hat? There's nothing to like about it: the boots and cropped trousers combo makes us look like we have leather dinosaur legs, and the three-quarter bell sleeves on the coat, with the extra-wide belt ... blergh. Plus the bag looks like a crappy Jocasi rip-off. Please. Fix. We are Luxe Card members, and we demand action.

Don't Thank Us, Thank the Times

For this exceptionally useful shopping alert: Kitson, perhaps the most celebrity-genuflecting store that could possibly be imagined, now has, in stock, the first shipment of Ugg's "Rockstar" boots, with brass stud ornament. Kitson may be singlehandedly responsible for the mini skirt-Uggs combo. Where are the Visigoths when you need them?

We do this as a public service, because we want to our readers to be the first (er, after anyone who read the Times today) to know about these things, but note: Any reader who buys these boots should immediately PayPal us $5, just for making us unhappy.